Lyrics:
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
straight THC blue dream my favorite strain
No needs for coffee I just hit the bong and check the date
Man whats today
Oh it's the eighth
I'll get my check
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
Flex (Yeah flex)
She like the way I'm stepping
Album dropping soon I still got jammers in collections
Headed to the top ain't never stopping living
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
existing and you go and listen
And as time goes by and I keep evolving
Coming up with new albums and fighting
So I’m hoping you will be here longing
For
Let's grab the pen I'm in album mode if you haven't noticed
The album was golden Pain Through the Scriptures went platinum
All in my inner circle
loose track, (Wait) red and blue curtains.
Rendezvous, Ferdydurke, after I be working, in the park by the gate see a body lurking,
hunchback posture,
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
Grand Rising
Grand Rising
I woke up, heard this beat
And decided to rap
And this mini project is an appetizer before the albums
Yes, that was plural
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
now I ain't fucking with a bitch ass hoe
Drills arnt my thing but this album I'll put it aside
Imma fly high and then glide by I will never die
Gunshots
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
take him
Like Who gon' hit the heaven gates
Hunnids dumb
Blue face
ford focus
Different wraith
50 bands
Different case
Tall grass
Hella snakes
He
ain't hard to search
Why make yourself feel superior
By devaluating someone else's truth
Her fake butt or her makeup
May cover up, but still a bad ass
back on my feet for some weeks finally going away from this villain shit
And now they be talking away, till I ask for some features I throw on an album
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
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